Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Ten City,
The Human League,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.